Loss (Come the Spring)

Hours seem to pass so slowly

I had a story

I carried it deep within my heart

How many dawns have now become dusk?

Days pass by like clouds

I find myself full of emptiness

Suddenly colourless, in the middle of winter

Snow is slowly falling

In this immeasurable silence

I hear you whisper

The sky has become violet

Weeping stars of dreams

I hear the echo of voices

I hear the thunder of memory and of rain

How gently time stops

I have become a petal

Cast upon the gentle breeze

And I know come the spring

You will find me

Once again

© Ann Bagnall


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